There were chunks of expressions lingering all over the walls. Hovered over them the belligerently disquieting shadow of the blackened ticker, my heart. Dead, aloof, just not dead enough, for worse only. The tips of the numb hands stumbled over impressions the expressions had engraved; only to fail in conceiving what they had to tell. There was no resentment because they had never learned to. But there were my feet then, which had only known to escalade and never back down, carrying me to the universe parallel to my world in the cellar, equally, resolutely mine, or perhaps just me, stepping into which or being that myself, brought my senses to a halt and exalted my self above it all like it could make me defeat any adversary effortlessly, it did, it will, it belongs to Him, so do I. I'm a part of Him, too endearing for Him to let down even if I were a terrifically midget and almost an insignificant speck among those exhibiting tremendous grandeur and glare too glary for my eyes to even have a glimpse of.

Why do I believe in God?

Primarily because I was born a theist, a Muslim, for which no matter how much I feel grateful, it would never be enough. I used to make puerile wishes, as a child and saw them being transformed to reality, the ones I used to share with my only, the most trust-worthy and a secret friend whom I could not see or hear but used to talk to every night and who felt to me closer than my very own heart. Who used to daze me not by words but the things He did, the way He did and the frequency with which He did. It couldn't be anything/anyone else other than Him, it has not been, it can not be. Because every time I call His name, I remember Him, a mysterious solace, tranquility takes me in its embrace. Because He always shows me a way, answers most of my questions, calms me down through the guide He has provided. Because I can’t, for even a femto second, assume a world without Him being omniscient, the Ruler, the flawless deity. Because surrendering to Him, getting closer to Him is the most relieving feeling I have ever known. Because every time He shows me He is listening, processing and is there.

Because everything can not come from nothing, spontaneously. Because even a clock, a garden, a human body, a gadget requires maintenance and programming in order to work efficiently. This prodigious world, galaxy, universe can not be a product that came into being on its own, working without any preternatural deity taking care of it. Because none could know the facts science is proving in the contemporary age, 1400 years ago, except the One who is the Master of everything and is All-Knowing and who mentioned them in His holy book. Because all those miracles would not have happened which have been happening and happen even today, the power of His mighty words would not have been validated so many times.

Because my inner voice says that some things are not to be made sense of, they need only to be felt and it is Him. Even a human mind can be too complicated to understand even after gathering the knowledge of the whole world, then who am I to expect myself to resolve His mystery? And no matter how much scientific reasoning you bring, I might give it a thought or a question may pop in my mind but never for a moment I’d doubt His existence.